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After breakfast, they headed to her house so she could change into her school uniform. Scarlett felt oddly self-conscious wearing Lucian's borrowed clothes in broad daylight – the soft fabric carrying a faint scent that was uniquely him, a mix of expensive cologne and something older, like ancient books. Her mother's van was absent from the driveway, no surprise there. Another double shift at the hospital meant another morning without seeing her. Scarlett wondered if her mother was working so much when she just started to avoid being home, to avoid the memories that lingered in every corner of their house. "I'll wait here," Lucian said, leaning against his car with casual grace. Even this simple action looked like something out of a fashion magazine. "Take your time." Inside, Scarlett quickly changed into her spare uniform, trying not to think about how her life had become so complicated in such a short time. Just days ago, she'd been invisible Scarlett Hayes, the girl nobody no
Last Updated : 2025-02-22Through The Dreamscape 026
Chemistry class was usually Scarlett's refuge – a place where formulas and reactions made more sense than people. But today, Lucian's words about revenge kept echoing in her mind, making it hard to concentrate on electron configurations. "Now, who can explain the concept of hybridization?" Mr. Peterson asked, his eyes scanning the classroom. Before anyone could respond, Lucian's smooth voice cut through the silence. "Actually, sir, I noticed a small error in the diagram you've drawn. The sp3 orbital arrangement you've shown would be impossible given the electron distribution you described earlier." The class collectively held its breath as Mr. Peterson, known for his intolerance of being corrected, examined the board. After a moment, his eyebrows shot up. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, then caught himself. "I mean, you're absolutely right, Mr. Salvatore. Excellent observation. In fact, would you like to explain the correct configuration to the class?" Lucian rose grace
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Scarlett's heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at the vampire blocking her path. Everything about him radiated danger – from his glowing red eyes to the cruel twist of his lips as he smiled at her. She backed away slowly, her shoes scraping against the concrete roof. "Who are you?" Her voice came out steadier than she expected. He inhaled deeply, his smile widening. "How interesting. You absolutely reek of Lucian's scent." His head tilted to one side, studying her like a curious predator. "But what's even more fascinating is how you responded to my calling. A human shouldn't be able to sense that." Scarlett's back hit the chain-link fence surrounding the roof's edge. "I don't know what you're talking about." "No?" He moved closer, his movements unnaturally smooth. "Then how did you find yourself up here, little human? Just decided to skip class for some fresh air?" Her mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to contact Lucian. Could she scream? Would he he
Last Updated : 2025-02-23Through The Dreamscape 028
Questions churned in Scarlett's mind as Lucien guided her down the concrete stairs from the roof. Each step seemed to echo with Jacob's revelations. *He was supposed to kill my family? No, he specifically said 'line' – like ancestry, like bloodline.* She couldn't stop stealing glances at Lucien's perfect profile as they descended, noting how his jaw seemed tighter than usual, how his usually relaxed posture held an edge of tension. How could she trust someone who was keeping so many secrets? The same person who had saved her life moments ago was apparently involved in trying to end her family line. The contradiction made her head spin. "Lucien," she started, her voice barely a whisper. "Not here," he responded softly, his hand warm against her waist as he guided her. "Not now. Everything will be explained, but we need to be somewhere safe first." The walk back to the gymnasium felt surreal, like moving through one of her lucid dreams. Everything she thought she knew about hers
Last Updated : 2025-02-23Through The Dreamscape 029
When the final bell signalling the end of classes rang, Scarlett let out a breath of relief. She was tired of the stares and different look everyone was giving her. Lucien sided up to her and signal to her that it was time to go home. This made Scarlett feel weird. The fact that a probably 1000year old vampire was acting like this made her feel weird. The walk home was heavy with unspoken questions. Scarlett kept stealing glances at Lucien, trying to gather her courage. Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore. "Lucien," she began, her voice shaky but determined. "I need to ask you something about what Jacob said back there. Were you... I mean, he said..." She took a deep breath. "Were you really sent to kill my family?" Lucien's laugh caught her off guard – rich and resonant, it echoed off the nearby buildings. "My, my... is that what's been eating at you this whole time?" His eyes sparkled with amusement. "Your imagination runs quite wild when you're worked up, doesn't it?" He
Last Updated : 2025-02-23Through The Dreamscape 030
"How... how are you doing?" Liam asked, his voice trembling as he wiped hastily at the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. In the afternoon light, they glistened like tiny crystals. "I'm... good," Scarlett replied awkwardly, painfully aware of the gulf between them – not just the physical space, but the emotional chasm that had opened since that terrible day with Claire. She noticed his gaze drift past her to where Lucien stood watching them, something complicated passing across his features. Fear? Concern? She couldn't quite read it. Liam took a shaky breath, seeming to gather his courage. His hands were trembling at his sides, and his East Haven uniform looked rumpled, as if he'd been running his hands through his hair all day. "I'm sorry," he finally burst out, the words seeming to tear themselves from his throat. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you before." The words hit Scarlett like a physical blow. How long had she waited to hear those words? How many nights had she spe
Last Updated : 2025-02-23Through The Dreamscape 031
The tension crackled in the air as Lucien continued his predatory approach toward Liam. Each step seemed to make the very air grow heavier, more oppressive. Though Liam maintained his defiant stance, the trembling in his hands and the pale colour of his face betrayed his fear. "For God's sake, both of you just STOP!" Scarlett's voice exploded through the tension, making both men freeze. "This is ridiculous! Stop acting like children fighting over a toy in the playground!" Lucien's dangerous expression melted into that infuriatingly smooth smile of his. "My, my... quite the temper you've developed," he chuckled, though his eyes remained serious. "But we really should be going, Scarlett. We have matters to discuss." Before turning to leave, Scarlett gave Liam one final look. In that moment, days of friendship, betrayal, and forgiveness seemed to pass between them. He nodded, understanding in his tear-stained face, and she turned to follow Lucien. As they walked down the quiet st
Last Updated : 2025-03-01Through The Dreamscape 032
Scarlett collapsed onto her bed, her mind whirling with the day's events. When sleep finally claimed her, she felt the familiar sensation of lucid dreaming wash over her. The misty landscape materialized around her – swirling tendrils of dream-stuff that seemed to respond to her very presence. Instinctively, she looked around for Lucien's tall figure before remembering his words about meeting Ezra. "Right," she muttered to herself, her voice echoing strangely in the dream space. "He's busy saving my life, probably." The words came out more bitter than she'd intended. To pass the time, she began experimenting with the dreamscape. She raised her hands, concentrating hard, and watched in wonder as flowers sprouted from the misty ground – roses in impossible shades of blue, lilies that glowed like starlight, flowers that couldn't exist in the waking world. Their colors were more vivid than any real blooms, their petals seeming to shimmer with inner light. Growing bolder, she created
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Morning light streamed through the kitchen window, painfully bright to Scarlett's exhausted eyes. She hadn't slept a wink after the incident with the blood message and Lucien's cryptic words. Instead, she'd spent the remaining hours of darkness huddled in her bedroom with every light switched on, jumping at every creak and groan of the house settling. The distant sound of a key turning in the front door lock made Scarlett's heart skip a beat before she remembered—it was just her mother returning from her night shift. With a deep breath, she pushed herself up from the kitchen table where she'd been nursing a cup of cold coffee and went to greet her. "Mom?" Scarlett called softly, making her way to the entryway. Her mother looked up as she hung her coat on the hook by the door, seeming startled by Scarlett's presence. "Sweetheart! You're up early." She tilted her head, studying Scarlett's face. "Goodness, you look exhausted. Trouble sleeping?" Scarlett managed a weak nod, her eyes d
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Night had fallen by the time Scarlett made it home, the house dark and empty. Her mother's night shift had already begun, leaving Scarlett alone with her thoughts and fears. She checked every lock twice, drew every curtain, and still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. After a meager dinner of cold cereal—the only thing her churning stomach could handle—she retreated to her bedroom, pulling out her notebook of lucid dreaming research. The pages blurred before her eyes as exhaustion tugged at her consciousness. No matter how much she tried to focus, her mind kept drifting back to the day's events: her mother's strange behavior that morning, Claire's fear, Liam's memories, and Lucien's absence. Where was he when she needed him most? Her phone remained stubbornly silent, her texts unanswered. The clock on her desk ticked past midnight as she flipped through her notes, desperate for something—anything—that might explain what was happening. "I should just go to sleep," s
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The hallways of Crestwood Academy seemed normal enough on the surface—students rushing to class, lockers slamming, the usual sense of teenage life—but to Scarlett, everything felt off-way off. Like the world had shifted slightly on its axis when she wasn't looking. Lucien's absence was the first thing she'd noticed. He didn't approach her on her way home as usual, his desk empty with Mr Peterson marking him absent without comment. No text explaining why. No warning he wouldn't be there. Just... gone. But it was Claire's behavior that truly unsettled her. Claire—who had made it her personal mission to torment Scarlett since she started this school—was acting like a cornered animal. Jumpy. Paranoid. Her usual confidence replaced by something that looked suspiciously like fear. During lunch, Scarlett watched as Claire's eyes darted nervously around the cafeteria, flinching at every loud noise. When their gazes accidentally met across the room, Claire's face drained of color, and
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Morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden table. Scarlett sat with her bowl of cereal untouched before her, the flakes slowly turning to mush as she stared absently at them. Dark circles shadowed her eyes—evidence of her sleepless night after the nightmare that had felt too real to dismiss. Across the table, her mother nursed a cup of coffee, her third since waking. Usually, the morning routine was filled with her mother's chatter about hospital gossip or gentle reminders about Scarlett's schedule. Today, there was only silence, broken occasionally by the soft ticking of the wall clock and the distant sound of birds outside. Scarlett watched her mother with growing concern. She seemed... off. Present physically but mentally elsewhere, staring into her coffee mug as if it contained mysteries she couldn't quite decipher. Every few minutes, she would lift the mug to her lips, then pause, looking momentarily confused abou
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Cold air swirled around her skin, not like a natural breeze but like ghostly fingers trailing across her arms, her neck, her face. Each touch sent violent shivers through her body. "Hello?" she called out, her voice sounding muffled and distant, as if the void itself was absorbing the sound. "Is anyone here?" Silence answered her, pressing against her eardrums with its weight. Scarlett turned slowly, searching for any landmark, any point of reference in the featureless expanse. There was nothing but darkness and more darkness. Then, a voice—low, rich, and filled with amusement—whispered from somewhere both impossibly far away and terrifyingly close. "You're finally listening." The words seemed to caress her skin, each syllable leaving a trail of ice in its wake. Scarlett spun around, trying to locate the source, but the voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Who's there?" she demanded, forcing steel into her voice despite the fear bubbling in her chest. "Show yourself!"
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Scarlett locked the front door after Lucien left, sliding the deadbolt into place with a solid click that echoed in the quiet foyer. She stood there for a moment, her palm flat against the cool wood, remembering the intensity in Lucien's eyes when he'd told her to secure everything. "Lock your doors tonight, Scarlett. All of them. And your windows." His words replayed in her mind as she moved through the house, methodically checking each window and ensuring each latch was firmly secured. The house was silent except for the steady tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway, its pendulum swinging with hypnotic regularity. Her mother had already retired upstairs, exhaustion finally claiming her after her hospital shift and the unexpected dinner guest. In the living room, Scarlett's fingers hovered over the light switch. The darkness beyond the windows seemed to press against the glass, watching, waiting. She hesitated, glancing toward the window that faced the old oak tree—the
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Scarlett walked closer to the shadow, her heart hammering against her ribs. As she approached, she realized it was merely a trick of the light—shadows cast by the curtains dancing in the afternoon breeze. She exhaled shakily, trying to calm her racing pulse. "Mom?" she called out again, louder this time. "Are you home?" A sudden movement from the kitchen doorway made Scarlett jump and let out a piercing scream. Her mother stood there, looking startled by her daughter's reaction. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" her mom asked, concern etched across her tired features. She wiped her hands on a dishcloth, dark circles prominent beneath her usually bright eyes. Scarlett pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heartbeat to slow. "Nothing. Just... my nerves, I guess. You scared me." She studied her mother carefully. "What were you doing? I called out when I came in." Her mother's brow furrowed slightly, a distant look clouding her eyes. "I honestly can't remember," she admitted, rubbing he
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Lucien had noticed something strange about Claire, but when Scarlett mentioned it earlier, he had brushed it off. After all, what did Claire's odd behavior have to do with him? His focus was on protecting Scarlett from the original vampires, his mind constantly working through potential plans.But when he'd brushed past Claire in the cafeteria on his way to join Scarlett and her friends, something caught his attention. A scent. Faint but unmistakable—evidence of lingering dream powers mingled with the distinct scent of a vampire. And the only vampire with dream powers besides himself was his elder brother, Ezra.The vampire scent was so faint it was almost nonexistent, but Lucien's senses were too sharp to miss it. That's why he had told Scarlett to go home without him. He needed to investigate without putting her at risk.Was Ezra here? The thought seemed impossible. Ezra would never leave his post to venture into the human world. The vampire council—King Arthur himself—had given the
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Scarlett sighed. "It's Lucien, isn't it?" she asked without turning around. They nodded, smirking knowingly. Before she could turn to face him, she felt a soft pressure against her cheek—Lucien's lips, brushing lightly against her skin in a brief but unmistakable kiss. "Why are you denying me, Scarlett?" he asked, his voice pitched low and teasing. He placed a hand over his heart in mock pain. "You're breaking my heart. Are you saying our kisses meant nothing to you?" The girls erupted into poorly suppressed giggles as Scarlett turned to face him, her cheeks burning. She gave him a pointed look, silently cursing him and begging him to stop in equal measure. Lucien, of course, ignored her silent plea entirely. His gray eyes twinkled with mischief as he slid into the seat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. "I'm wounded," he continued, draping an arm casually around her shoulders. "Truly wounded." "I hate you," Scarlett muttered under her breath, but ther
